Well, it's decision-making time, and we all know how poorly I operate under those conditions. I just viewed the little wooden house that my shrink referred me to. The location is good, the neighborhood's alright, the rent is reasonable, but god, that place is so small. It makes my current digs look like a palatial suite. Where I live now is just under 700 square feet, and I think that house is about 500, or less. I think I had studio apartments that size in the past, and I had far less stuff back then. There's no way I could cram myself, all my crap, and three cats into that house. I can't envision it. Too bad. I was looking forward to living in a residential neighborhood where I could jog and walk the dogs, and living in a stand-alone house with windows on all sides for a cross-breeze (this place only has windows on one side, which sucks). Plus the house has a claw-foot tub. But in addition to being so little overall, there was very little closet and cabinet space -- I wouldn't be scoring in that regard. I was hoping there would be lots of closets and built-in shelving, like that. Oh well. It's easier overall to just stay where I am. The rent would be about the same anyway, and truth be told, I'm not up to the task of moving, either emotionally or financially.
Another thing about the house, it didn't appear to be built very well. The door and window frames were crooked and the carpet, while new, had an inch-wide gap along all the walls. And the kitchen had some gawd-awful linoleum, gag. Things like that matter to me. Oh, and NO dishwasher! Eeeeeeeee! There was a single professor living in a garage apartment in the back, and I was told repeatedly that he "keeps an eye on things." I don't need some busybody motherfucker minding my business, you know? He could be perfectly nice, but still.
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Yep. Sounds like the right choice.
Thanks, y'all! The affirmation feels great, especially since I'm the type who always second-guesses my decisions. But this one feels right.
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